Wow, I apologize profusely for the confusion of the last couple of chapters. All this body-switching is giving ME a headache. It is fixed in this chapter, so things go back to a relative normal.
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Harry walked slowly, due to what he thought was a sprained ankle, down the hallway. His captor walked silently ahead of him. Well, he would get some good out of Snape's body, if only for a moment of revenge.
"So, you're an American. How old?"
"So you decide to talk, traitor? I'm a pleasant enough person. I am 22 years of age."
"What league were you in?" Harry thanked his stars he could remember the lecture from months ago.
"I was in Colanus, of course." Harry racked his brain, and came up with the obvious answer: Slytherin. Well, as long as he was on a roll….
"Did you know Samantha?" That did something. He visibly tensed, not much, but enough that Harry noticed. "You did."
"I heard of her. I did not realize the connection, as I did not know your name before becoming a Death Eater. She was a few years under me, but smart as a whip. You should be commended."
"I did not raise her," Harry decided letting this man know her mother was a Muggle was not a good idea. But connecting with him on a personal level was. Perhaps it would make his task harder, especially since he was so new to the job.
"Do you plan on talking the entire way there?"
"Just passing the time. You know, you do remind me of a young boy she wrote me about." Harry was willing to see how far he could push this. Perhaps he was just a misguided youth, in need of guidance. Misguided youth? Where did that come from? This guy was older than he was! Of course, he didn't know that. All this mind-switching was starting to give Harry a headache.
"While that is interesting, we have arrived. Please step inside." He opened a door and motioned for the older man to lead the way. Harry groaned inwardly, but did as he was told. Maybe if he cooperated, he wouldn't get Snape hurt too much more.
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Draco and Damon made their way through the dungeon corridors, treading as softly as possible. With most of the Death Eaters outside, there was really no one guarding the dungeons. Suddenly, Snape's voice broke the silence.
"……..a young boy she wrote me about." The two boys ducked into a corner, which was really more instinct than necessity.
"While that is interesting, we have arrived. Please step inside." A door opened, then shut, leaving the hallway in silence. Draco leaned over to the older boy.
"Well, there's at least one who hasn't heard the call yet. If he's still down here, there may be more, so keep a look out." They started down the hall again, even quieter than before. As soon as they reached the last cell, they heard the door open up again.
"Quickly, traitor! I have no time for your games!" Again, the two boys ducked out of the way as Snape's body and a young man came flying down the corridor. Snape was shoved into a cell, and the young man bolted, presumably to help his comrades outside. Draco and Damon noted that he had forgotten to lock the door to the cell, and Draco shook his head.
"The Dark Lord is lowering his standards."
"Who's there?" came Potter's voice. The two boys de-cloaked and entered the cell.
"Professors Dumbledore and Lupin are outside fighting the Death Eaters. We were ordered to get you out of here."
"Harry needs help." Draco thought it extremely disconcerting to hear Potter refer to himself in the third person, but remembered the vials. He pulled them out and handed one to Potter.
"Here, Professor. Drink this while I give the other one to Potter." Damon helped Snape sit up, and Draco poured the viscous liquid down his throat. Harry downed his immediately, then dropped the vial, causing it to shatter on the ground. The sound was echoed down the corridor, and Draco prayed that no one was around to hear it. Snape slumped against Damon for a moment as Harry fell back onto the cold floor. Draco mumbled an apology to the boy as he handed Damon the cloak.
"When he wakes up, get him out of here. He's going to be in a lot of pain from the looks of it." Draco went over to Harry's unconscious form and shook his shoulder. "Come on, Potter, wake up." Harry groaned and rolled onto his side, shutting his eyes tight. Slowly, he propped himself up, glancing around.
"Draco? How did you get here?"
"Come on, there's not much time." Both boys scrambled off the floor and looked back at Damon and the unconscious form.
"Will he be alright?"
"Sonati will get him out of here. We have to go. Lupin and Dumbledore may need our help." Harry nodded quickly and bolted out the door with Draco right behind him. They made their way quickly up and out of the dungeons.
When they reached the courtyard, most of the Death Eaters had already been dispatched. Lupin was currently in hand to hand combat with Parkinson, and Dumbledore was fending off Cruciatus' from Roberson and Goyle. Both Harry and Draco pulled their wands at the same time.
"You help Dumbledore, I'll help Moony," Harry called as he dashed to his friend's aid. Draco nodded to no one and ran to help the Headmaster. He pointed his wand at Goyle, his father's right hand man.
"Ferito!" The large man stumbled and fell backwards, tripped up on his own feet. Dumbledore took care of the American with a lightning strike, knocking the young man back into the wall of the castle with a sickening thud.
Harry ran up behind Parkinson, "Terra Orios!" The ground underneath the Death Eater shook, and rose up around him. Lupin stared at Harry in amazement before jogging over to his side.
"Where did you learn that?" They both looked up at the temporarily occupied Death Eater. Lupin picked up his wand and pointed it at the man atop the pillar of rock.
"Expelliarmus!" Parkinson's wand flew into Lupin's hand, leaving the man unarmed and extremely helpless 50 feet in the air.
"Hermione told us of a few spells from her advanced class," was his reply. "I really didn't know if it would work or not."
"Then why did you try it?"
"At the least, it would have drawn his attention away from you. Then you could have done something." Lupin mussed the boy's hair and smiled, one that faded when they looked to the door of the castle.
Damon had gotten Snape out, but was more concerned with keeping the man upright than keeping the cloak over him. Their legs were sticking out, and were stumbling all over the place. The four rushed over, Lupin taking up the task of holding Snape upright.
"Moblicorpus," he said, and Snape began to float. In true Snape fashion, he groaned in protest, but that was about all he could do.
"Well, this seems vaguely familiar," Remus said, smiling at Harry. Harry chuckled a little, and waved off Draco's confused look.
"I'll tell you later." Dumbledore laid a hand on each boy's shoulder.
"You two must go inside now. I will go with you, protecting you where I can, but I do not know how much help I will be. I was taxed with 6 Death Eaters, and am very drained. Remus, take these two back to the castle and call Poppy. Severus needs immediate care." Lupin nodded and cast a worried glance at Harry and Draco. Harry smiled a little.
"Don't worry, Moony. We'll be alright. Go on," he hugged the older man, who squeezed him fiercely.
"Take care, Harry. You too, Draco." The blonde boy nodded, and Lupin was off, with Damon and a partially-conscious Snape trailing him.
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Ok, there ya go! Next chapter? VOLDEMORT!! R&R please!!